No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.

Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways. But the good artists who follow after genius - and I count myself among these - have to restore the lost connection once more.

I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating, rejuvenating, exciting and satisfying.

I do not want to die. . . until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.